Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Books

I'm being paid for 35 hours a week. I shouldn't be required to come in at nine a.m. if I'm obligated to stay until 6 p.m. Overtime's fine, but so is sleep.

The boring parts of the day I used to get through by blogging I'm now getting through by singing songs in my head. One song per day. Today it was Fidelity by Regina Spektor. Recently I've also sung Cold As Ice, Carry On My Wayward Son, and Popular, from Wicked.

That's all I've got for you today. Brain's not quite up for hilarity. Even amus-arity. Bleh.

-t

Friday, February 23, 2007

The real difference.

People seem to like it here. They seem...happy.

I've never experienced anything like it.

Nobody is talking about how much they hate it here, no one is saying that it sucks. Nobody is talking about looking for a new job.

I think they like it here.

This is weird.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

General Standards for using the Internet and Online Services

An excerpt from the Internet/Email Policy from The Company, in two parts:

Part One: The Internet


Ownership
The Company owns its technical resources and has the right to and is monitoring and tracing Internet usage. Please be aware that the Internet usage at The Company is not private. Failure to comply with the Internet standards stated in this and the following section on information sharing can be grounds for disciplinary action up to and including termination and/or legal action.

Access
Access to the Internet is monitored to ensure appropriate use. Management reports are produced periodically, highlighting excessive and inappropriate Internet usage.

Intent of Use
Internet access is provided to enable users to carry out their responsibilities as employees of The Company. Activities that are normally inappropriate while performing job responsibilities are also inappropriate on the Internet. Users are prohibited from using technology resources, including the Internet, for any purpose that is, in the sole discretion of The Company, unlawful, threatening, abusive, libelous, obscene, hateful, or encourages conduct that would constitute a criminal offense, give rise to civil liability, or otherwise violate any local, state, national, or international law.

Part Two: Email

Ownership Rights
The Company owns all e-mail and has the right to and is monitoring and reading all e-mail sent and received by The Company's employees. Please be aware that e-mail communications at The Company are not private. The firm has installed systems to screen global e-mail electronically and to store internal e-mail for potential future review. Misuse of email will not be tolerated and could lead to disciplinary action up to and including termination and/or legal action.

What is covered Under E-Mail
All types of electronic communications are covered by this policy. That includes but is not limited to:
E-Mail
Instant Messaging
Blackberries
All other forms of electronic messaging systems.


Also, it's a violation to share company information electronically, including policies and procedures, like the above, you know, just, fyi.

-t

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

The Grey Area

The work, it is unending. It is also mislabeled. There is very little actual "work." As I described in my last post, I am charged with double- or triple-clicking things in a computer program, for seven hours a day. It is very similar to my first real job in that the task is easily understood, endlessly repeating, and I will no doubt master it within two weeks.

Unending, and uninteresting. My coworkers, however, seem smart and competent. We will see how long that illusion lasts.

I have no other news at this time. I have not yet worked out a good system for updating my blog, reading others blogs, and thinking creative, original thoughts. The job seems to preclude thinking in its higher forms. While the activity itself is not intellectually taxing, the constantness precludes any time at all for losing oneself in a daydream, weird fantasy, or thinking up a clever haiku about the weather:

slush, sleet, freezing rain
my hometown's "wintery mix"
southerners' "torture"


Alas, there is work enough that I am not bored, and not enough work that I am at all stimulated. The limbo of computerized accounting. The gap between sunset and twilight and night when you can't tell see colors, when the sky blends so totally into the horizon you swear the earth doesn't end, just overlaps. The grey area. Stasis. I will no longer work. I'll muddle.


It's going to be weird.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Tuesday, last.

I wish today, my first Tuesday at a new job, was my last. I am faced, once again, with a mind-numbing array of monotonous tasks that require little more physical effort than clicking a mouse button or two, and a cognitive effort of similar amount.

Each trade I am responsible for takes about three shakes of a mouse tail (or is that three clicks of a lamb's button) to process. Just about the only thing I can say this job has going for it is that there are nine hundred trades to process every day (two thousand on busy days). I won't want for things to do.

I also don't have internet access from work.

No blogger. No email. Nothing.

I'll be blogging, henceforth, from home, at the end of the work day. I'll also be reading/commenting on blogs from home, at the end of the work day. This will drastically reduce the number of blogs I read regularly.

Of course, I'll let you know as soon as things change, if they ever do. And if I suddenly decide to go off the deep end, quit my life of suburban luxury and retire to a log cabin in the mountains to become a gun nut, and friend to bears and all animals of the forest, you all should know the very first thing I would do is let you all know about it here.

The second thing I would do is start growing my beard out.